The journey between here and there

I was quite naive and very innocent when I left home after high school. I moved to Calgary and began to enjoy my freedom from my strict parents.

My boyfriend Tok (yes, that’s his real name. His parents were flower children of the 60’s and they named him after their favorite thing) and I were making out on the couch at his place.

We were laying on the couch and he was grinding his groin into me as we were kissing.

I felt something hard press up against me and it bugged me.

I pull away and look at him. “What’s in your pocket?” I ask.

“Huh?”

“What’s in your pocket?” I query again.

“What are you talking about?” he asks not quite knowing what I’m referring to.

“Well, there’s something in your pocket that keeps on digging into me and it’s beginning to hurt. Can you take it out?”

He looks at me in disbelief.

“What is it?” I point to the bulge in his pocket.

“It’s a banana.” He says with a sly grin.

“A Banana!?!” I am so confused and exasperated. “Well, take the banana out of your pocket then, cuz it’s bugging me.”

“I can’t, maybe I’ll show it to you later,” he says and starts to kiss me again.

Not one to let things go I persist even further.

“Why do you have a banana in your pocket?” I ask again.

He chuckles and says, “I like warm bananas.”

“Really? You eat warm bananas? That’s weird! Why would you eat warm bananas? Don’t they get squished in your pocket? I mean I like bananas, but I only like them when they are firm, I don’t like them when they are soft with the black spots, cuz then they are gross……”

He began to kiss me again to shut me up…..

I never understood the banana bit until a few months later I had a different boyfriend… All of a sudden a light bulb went off in my head and I said, “OMG! I am such an idiot!”

If I ever see Tok again I’ll banish all thoughts to hide under a rock, go up to him, smile and say, “You know what? I like warm bananas too!”